Faithful Brother

Draft i

Faithful brother

of mine, 

I know your heart;

Born in this forest

with a shy hat.

I hope you can find

your ideal condition.

You earn permissions

to bury our dogs

and hold the pistol.

I hope my voice 

is one of grace,

and not of green-eyed want.

Your laudable nature

prominent. 

And when

Atlas became unstable,

his hour of need

meant your time to gleam

in my eyes.

In a place

of true strain.

Even though

the boys have sprouted,

We've yet to plant.

Subtle themes will lead

to a vital crown,

and harvest will yield

to you a generation.

I desire, that

you invoke

your huge love unto this place

And stay naive

to a room of heartache;

To grief and steady pangs.